The noble minster, which had for many years been used as the parish church, slept quietly among the yews and gravestones; all the town was still; only they two were awake, flying, she thought, from the fellowship of all quiet men.

Was her father asleep now?
she wondered.

What would Miss Thornton say in the morning?
and many other things she was asking herself, when she was interrupted by George saying, "Only eight miles to Exeter; we shall be in by daybreak." So they left Crediton Minster behind them, and rolled away along the broad road by the river, beneath the whispering poplars.
* * * * * As Miss Thornton was dressing herself next morning she heard the Vicar go down into his study as usual.

She congratulated herself that he was better, from being up thus early, but determined, nevertheless, that he should see a doctor that day, who might meet and consult with Dr.
Mulhaus.
Then she wondered why Mary had not been in.

She generally came into her aunt's room to hook-and-eye her, as she called it; but not having come this morning, Miss Thornton determined to go to her, and accordingly went and rapped at her door.
No answer.